That did cross my mind. I assumed that the operating cost per hour for the ISS is so, um, astronomical (as is the opportunity cost of experiments that could be performed, but are not) that playtime is verboten, except for space tourists. But, if it kept him from going postal in that tiny space, I guess it was worth it.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but, with a last name like yours, how are we supposed to trust your advice?

dl;tr

Feedback from Christopher Plummer's hearing aid?

Shock.

I've made some comments in replies up the thread that I won't repeat here, except to write that it is also possible that discomfort about speaking in public could be neither irrational nor a clinical problem. It may simply be a capability that is not part of a person's personality.

I am not going to unpink the comments below, but, wow. If someone is uncomfortable with public speaking, are they truly "narcissistic"? Or even "sinful"? Is it a matter of them simply "getting over themselves"? That seems very narrow-minded and demonstrates an ignorance of (if not contempt for) the various styles of…

Dumb Little Man is, well, dumb.

It certainly gave my spirits a lift.

Human nature will be unchanged, though, and each passenger who enters the lobby will push the "up" button, even though every person who arrived before them has already done so.

His head was caught in a drill press?

A wall of tall, thick glass brings out the courage in spectators, amirite? Lace 'em up, pal.

You mean, he missed the goal while he was watching the jets?

Chill. Have some of my Freedom Fries.

I'm sensing a second career for this recently retired vehicle: The Mother of All Laser Speed Guns. (Speed measured AND enforced.)

Yes, but will I be able to drill, sand, and paint it like my beloved JB Weld?

You mean, duct tape?

Is that in the Acme catalog?

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And on the seventh day He rested?